CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : She Bad
It's 200 years of rust on a gate
It wind up like a toy when the wind plays
Kid sh*t
She was blowing before the wind
Tell them, "Blowsy"
Tell them, "Blood moon"
Tell them, "Low fog"
Tell them, "Dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off"
Turn of the century
Turn vogue of late
She feel fly
She cry out like a whisper in time
They heard she got that spiderweb (Spiderweb)
That snake eye drippin'
Got that dust skin (Dust skin)
The fork tongue lickin' for the scent
Shе said, "Come on, come on"
In the hеad though
Remember that wood shed somewhere in the memory that's way past dead though
Like the leaves are brown and the sky is grey
And the dreams are sh*t and the mama ran away
Papa drank the gut black
You smoke the Backwoods
And now the woods call you back
The woods whisper off in wind
In the underbrush under skin
The Earth crawling all the touch
Back to the mouse
Back to the snake
Back to the back to the root
Back to the day
Back to the back to the fire
Back to the way the wood burned
Back when they told you she couldn't stay
The left looks right when the leaves break Sun in the fall
Camo on moss so soft that you can't tell steps from breath
But they say she don't walk, she float (She float)
She float for glory's a b*t*h
But the Sun will be dipping soon below the ridge
And the boards on the bridge are unstable at best
And it sways dangerously, a regular test
For the village kids, but that's they though
And this night light ain't the same, so
You got jokes? Oh, this a game?
Okay, go cross
Wait, let the tapes roll
It wind up like a toy when the wind plays
Kid sh*t
She was blowing before the wind
Tell them, "Blowsy"
Tell them, "Blood moon"
Tell them, "Low fog"
Tell them, "Dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off"
Turn of the century
Turn vogue of late
She feel fly
She cry out like a whisper in time
They heard she got that spiderweb (Spiderweb)
That snake eye drippin'
Got that dust skin (Dust skin)
The fork tongue lickin' for the scent
Shе said, "Come on, come on"
In the hеad though
Remember that wood shed somewhere in the memory that's way past dead though
Like the leaves are brown and the sky is grey
And the dreams are sh*t and the mama ran away
Papa drank the gut black
You smoke the Backwoods
And now the woods call you back
The woods whisper off in wind
In the underbrush under skin
The Earth crawling all the touch
Back to the mouse
Back to the snake
Back to the back to the root
Back to the day
Back to the back to the fire
Back to the way the wood burned
Back when they told you she couldn't stay
The left looks right when the leaves break Sun in the fall
Camo on moss so soft that you can't tell steps from breath
But they say she don't walk, she float (She float)
She float for glory's a b*t*h
But the Sun will be dipping soon below the ridge
And the boards on the bridge are unstable at best
And it sways dangerously, a regular test
For the village kids, but that's they though
And this night light ain't the same, so
You got jokes? Oh, this a game?
Okay, go cross
Wait, let the tapes roll
